The Poison Rose

Cinco

If anyone has a problem reading the Spanish, just both message and ask me, or correct my Spanish if I did something wrong. I’m not that good at Spanish yet!

 

“Well, it is broken.” He stated the obvious, when he finished checking my arm.

“I kind of know that.” I said, casually.

He laughed and grabbed a long piece of cloth and wrapping it around my wrist.

What did you expect? A Cast? On a pirate ship?

I thanked him and stood up, about to leave.

“Wait, Captain Kain told me to make sure you stay here until I send for him!” He warned me.

I waved him off, “That fool doesn’t run my life, sir. I do what I want. All I have to do I get off this ship and—“
 

I was cut off by a major lurch and tilt of the ship.

I fell over and my side, sliding on the floor.

“What the hell!” I screamed. I had hurt my hip.

“Too late now, miss. We just took off.” The old man said.

He didn’t seem to have been moved at all with the ship!

“What?” I yelled, getting up as fast as lightning, “No! No! No! No! No! No! NO!”

I ran through the chair circle and out the door, the man calling me the whole way.

I turned down the memorized corners and burst through the door that led to the upper deck.

Every who was working stopped and stared.

“Where. Is. Your. Captain?” I growled, making each word into a sentence.

“Feisty.” I saw one man whisper to another.

One man pointed to a staircase.

I let my eyes travel up the stairs and right into the gaze of the cocky bastard who got me here. A ship wheel behind him.

I glared at him and all but sped to the staircase, taking them two at a time.

When I reached the top I found him, arms crossed, leaning against the railing and a full smirk on his face.

“You!” I jammed my pointer finger into his chest and he didn’t flinch.

“Why did you take me? Why am I here? Where in the world are we? Where is my family? Where is the cruise ship? Why am I wearing these clothes? But most of all, who are you?” I finished with a glare.